heirel
05-25-06, 09:40 PM
(I'm new to the site, but I've had more than enough experience with role playing)
Name: Angel
Race: Incarnate Iron Construct (Iron Construct magically turned to flesh w/intellect)
Age: 3 years since incarnation
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 3 feet 9 inches
Weight: 65 pounds
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality: Gruff and abrasive, Angel tends not to pretty things up with flowery language or useless courtesy-however she isn’t unnecessarily rude either. Angel is a friend to her friend and an enemy to her enemies and doesn’t accept any middle grounds. Often overconfident, she prefers the direct approach to nearly any situation. Also, having spent her first year of freedom around dwarves, she’s become a great fan of ale.
Appearance: For all intensive purposes, Angel appears to be a nine to eleven year old human girl in size, shape, and complexion. However, this girl wears a long coat that drags the ground and the rough clothing of woodsman—altered to fit her. Her visage is rarely one of girlish joy and she holds herself in the fashion of an experienced warrior. Put simply, Angel looks like a ten year old girl with a bone to pick.
History: Originally created by a powerful mage to be a useful laboratory hand, Angel quickly became ill contented with life as an assistant and did the only thing she could think of to solve the problem—broke her master’s neck in his sleep. Leaving the lonesome mountain compound her former master had fashioned for himself, Angel spent about a month wandering the mountain range eating weaker animals and what fruits she could scavenge before she stumbled upon, and was welcomed into, a dwarven mining city. A year later she left the city as a hired hand on a trade convoy to the nearest human citadel, where she has stayed since, doing mercenary work.
Skills: Angel is good at essentially two things, fighting and drinking—though prefers the former. When fighting Angel uses her strength and her size to her advantage, preferring to take a hold of an arm, leg, neck, or other obtrusive appendage and break it—possibly off. As for drinking, Angel has put dwarves under the table.
Equipment: Naught more than clothing, a belt, and a small bag for coins
Name: Angel
Race: Incarnate Iron Construct (Iron Construct magically turned to flesh w/intellect)
Age: 3 years since incarnation
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 3 feet 9 inches
Weight: 65 pounds
Occupation: Mercenary
Personality: Gruff and abrasive, Angel tends not to pretty things up with flowery language or useless courtesy-however she isn’t unnecessarily rude either. Angel is a friend to her friend and an enemy to her enemies and doesn’t accept any middle grounds. Often overconfident, she prefers the direct approach to nearly any situation. Also, having spent her first year of freedom around dwarves, she’s become a great fan of ale.
Appearance: For all intensive purposes, Angel appears to be a nine to eleven year old human girl in size, shape, and complexion. However, this girl wears a long coat that drags the ground and the rough clothing of woodsman—altered to fit her. Her visage is rarely one of girlish joy and she holds herself in the fashion of an experienced warrior. Put simply, Angel looks like a ten year old girl with a bone to pick.
History: Originally created by a powerful mage to be a useful laboratory hand, Angel quickly became ill contented with life as an assistant and did the only thing she could think of to solve the problem—broke her master’s neck in his sleep. Leaving the lonesome mountain compound her former master had fashioned for himself, Angel spent about a month wandering the mountain range eating weaker animals and what fruits she could scavenge before she stumbled upon, and was welcomed into, a dwarven mining city. A year later she left the city as a hired hand on a trade convoy to the nearest human citadel, where she has stayed since, doing mercenary work.
Skills: Angel is good at essentially two things, fighting and drinking—though prefers the former. When fighting Angel uses her strength and her size to her advantage, preferring to take a hold of an arm, leg, neck, or other obtrusive appendage and break it—possibly off. As for drinking, Angel has put dwarves under the table.
Equipment: Naught more than clothing, a belt, and a small bag for coins